The Alpha's Vixen

The Client

The air outside was cool, indicating that autumn was near. My short pencil skirt was also not any help and soon, the skin on my legs began to form goosebumps. I was just about to leave, tired from the hectic day at work and tired of the person I was meeting always being late. However, just as I was about to pick up my bag and leave the table, my awaited guest arrived. He walked with long, soft strides and took a seat in front of me, wearing a dazzling smile.

"You have a client tonight." He said, skipping the formalities.

I echoed his behaviour, as always, with a short, "Details, George."

The well kept, green eyed, brown haired young man scratched around in his blazer which hugged his impressive body, and then handed an envelope to me.

"Address is on the request. You are expected to arrive at 8 sharp. Your client is a well known business man. His name is anonymous."

George then hesitated for an instant and a flash of concern danced across his eyes for a second.

"There's something you're not telling me?" I questioned. I should have known then already that the whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen.

George then sighed and scratched at his soft, neatly cut brown hair.

"This request was not made by the client. It was made by a friend of his as a surprise."

*Damn it! I hated these kinds of "appointments!*

I then asked him why I was chosen, given that we had many, many other Vixens on standby.

"Because you're the only one who could possibly pull off something like this." He began. "You've done tons of these before. And besides, despite how you look right now, you're one of our greatest seductresses."

I looked up at him, picking up the hidden insult in his "compliment" and gave him a punch on the shoulder and a disapproving look. He questioned me regarding my slight violent outburst and was about to say something else, when the waitress arrived with the bill.

"Well, that's my cue. You'll get the bill for me, won't you?" I asked.

I did not even wait for a reply before I stomped off, still angry at his little insult towards my current appearance. It was not my fault that Jasmine had to be this incredibly plain. In my learn of work, being able to be invisible was vital, hence the job, clothes and personality.

As soon as I reached my home, I read the note within the letter hurriedly. The address was situated in a well known, extremely exclusive rich community. It was so exclusive that at the bottom of the note was the name of the person who had requested me. Clearly I would need his name to get into the place. Honestly, it seemed like a lot of trouble, but the client's friend was offering a truckload of money, which meant a step closer to paying off my debt to him... He who found me when I had nothing and no one. The person who gave me this task of becoming a Vixen.

People always said "don't ever make deals with the devil," but I was too young and alone to realise that the man before me was no saviour.

"Eight sharp huh? Gives me about an hour to get ready." I said to myself.

I hopped over to my room, which was not too far from the entrance of my modest apartment- the first thing I had ever owned without *his help*.

Slowly I got to undressing and washing up. I then slipped on a pair of black lingerie from an exclusive, and very expensive collection I hid all the way at the bottom of my cupboard. It was especially revealing in way too many places. Degrading, yes, but choices were a luxury I did not yet posses.